I heard it before I saw it, a jingling of bells like the soundtrack to a corny Christmas movie. Then out of the mist rolled a small carriage, round and bright as a converted pumpkin. Florescent ... [+]
I heard it before I saw it, a jingling of bells like the soundtrack to a corny Christmas movie. Then out of the mist rolled a small carriage, round and bright as a converted pumpkin. Florescent ... [+]
It begins in the back
garden. ripping up weeds
against resistance
like being 8 years old
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Rumor has it the lake is a graveyard, she says.
There are bones down there, tumbled smooth and
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